...and, it is with great glee, that you will kiss me.

"Kiss me." They had been wandering around the palace, while their parents handled the diplomatic meeting with the Orlesians that were visiting, and they had been demanding of everyone they met to kiss them. Franziska would not take no for an answer, even at only twelve years old. Most gave chaste kisses, forehead kisses, or kisses to her cheeks. She counted all of these kisses, though.

—when they behead you, i hope they think of me

Franziska first met Byron when she was but a girl, and he but a lower-tier noble of Ferelden. It was not until she was betrothed to him that she actually registered who this man was. The betrothal was against her parents' will, but in a plutocracy, there's not really a veto vote. She's only met Byron once, and has avoided any and all diplomatic visits with him. The two did not know one another at all.

look at me, while i cut out your eyes...

The royals fled, after Antiva took Rivain in the war. It was against her parents wishes, yet again, but there was very little they could do to stop it. They lived like fugitives, something Fran was very familiar with. Her tutors, her teachers, her professors... friends, flings, lovers, and brothers' in arms were all left behind. They could keep ties to nobody, they were fugitives and they were hiding from their nation.

can you save me, because i'm drowning—

Recently, Fran has taken off from her parents after being sighted by the Antivan Crows. They were hot on her trail, and she missed the luxuries that she had grown up with, so much so, that her only option was to go to Ferelden and break into her betrotheds home. She'd planned to hide in the expansive castle, but his guards caught her and were going to imprison her.

No, not "going to", they did.

Byron sought her out to apply judgement to her case, and that was the first time he heard the young woman's name. She was pardoned of her crimes, and... the first thing she did was send a letter home; she'd lost all contact while on the run.